As the counterpoint to last week's poignant poem and post from darling little Mr. PickleBoy, today, I exhibit the above photo and following anecdote. If this photo were taken seriously it sums up our yesterday perfectly. Our expressions were similar - and not so funny - last night when we had an all-out-mother-son-throw-down-drama-fest-doozy-of-a-fight. Over basicly nothing.
We are ok now - he needs to watch the disrespectful "YA whatEVers" and I need to watch the overreactive super pissed off "I'M the adult" thing. You know, they don't hand you a manual for this stuff. I do know that I will not do this whole thing the way my parents did. And I told him that and many other things before bedtime. And it's all good again and, see people, he is a normal kid :)
Other photobooth friday goodness:
JesC (in Paris!)
The Whole Self
Woof Nanny (close enough, my darling, my heart is with you :)
I have self appointed me as a guest hostess again this week as I haven't heard yet how hula fared with her big move. Let me know if I didn't find your pbf pic this week and I'll get you on here, k?